Yesterday was the annual “I Love You Lunch” for Quinn’s preschool class. Generally this lunch comes closer to Valentine’s Day, but what with Snowmageddon and all, it was postponed. This lunch is, in fact, the whole reason for the field trip to the grocery store. Theoretically the kids buy the ingredients for the lunch they make, although this year the teacher ran off to get the stuff while the kids went on the tour.
The I Love You Lunch is really fun. The kids make lasagna for us (hence “germy food”—I always wonder how many times it’s been sneezed on). They also perform some love-themed songs while 30 relatives watch, grin, and take photos.
All of the parents and grandparents were there in the room waiting for the kids, who filed in with their little heart headbands on, and trust me, a cuter sight you will not see. So they’re all standing there waiting for the teacher to lead them in their first song and there is a silence as all the kids survey the parents.
Then Quinn, because he evidently has no self esteem issues, pipes up with, “Everybody loves me.”
They then proceeded to sing, complete with some very sophisticated dance moves.
Of course, our gourmet lunch followed, complete with the spilling of the entire cup of apple juice onto mommy (Quinn) and the one taste of lasagna followed by an involuntary gag (Quinn) and the eating of one carrot slice and two cookies (Quinn) and the involuntary swelling of the heart (me).